[Part 12] Fem!UKxUS - Teacher/Student - Part 8
anonymous
August 11 2011, 14:31:16 UTC
She stroked it, her other hand pushing down his jeans to his thighs so she would have easier movement. Up and down, with two fingers circling the head, before going down again, pressing along the vein that pulsed beneath her fingertips. He bucked into her hand, a moan escaping, as his arms settled on her shoulders and used her for support.
It wasn’t long before he was hard. She didn’t stop pumping until he was a quivering mess, shaking and shuddering, gasping in her ear if she didn’t stop he was going to cum all over her.
She wanted him to. If she was doing this, she was going to go all the way. She was going to make his first time fucking fantastic.
“So cum,” she breathed, pressing down on the slit, and he obeyed with a keening wail, his hips jerking back and forth as he searched for more friction, his mouth seeking hers out and she provided him the heat, the wet saliva, her tongue thrusting into his, in time with her strokes as he begged and whimpered and shook.
He slumped against her, weak and unable to support himself in the post-climax haze, and she pulled her cum-coated hand away. She leant back, took hold of his chin and tilted his head with her clean hand so he could see her, before licking the cum off her fingers. His jaw dropped as his pupils dilated, watching her slip them in and out, glimpses of white on pink, until her hand was clean and shiny with saliva.
She smirked and kissed him, forcing him to taste himself, before her hand cupped the back of his hand and tugged on the blond strands. He keened into her, hard again, and she pulled back with a smirk.
“What-?”
Ignoring him, she twisted and leant across the desk, grabbing her bag resting on the floor. She felt around but was distracted when she felt hands run up and down her sides, a damp chest leaning over her, pressing her into the wood, hot breath on the back of her ear.
“You trying to turn me on?” he asked, nibbling her ear lobe, and she swallowed.
“If it works,” she replied, wiggling her hips. He swore and bucked against her, gasping, and she went back to her bag, searching for the condom. She had just found it when she felt him mouthing her neck, at the red marks he had made earlier, and she knew she’d have to wear those scarves Feliciano kept buying for her. “Back up, up, up,” she hissed, pushing him back.
She tore open the condom and held it out to him with a raised eyebrow. He blinked and brightened, a grin that did not make her heart beat faster or make her feel like putty, before taking it and putting it on.
It was hard not to remember he had learnt the way to do it from the guest speaker visiting, a class she had sat in on, but she thought in the circumstances she did fucking well.
“Shit,” he swore. She realised the condom had broken. He might know how it should go on, but he hadn’t been careful enough with it. He really was a virgin.
“Good grief,” she rolled her eyes. He coloured in embarrassment, avoiding her gaze, his hands greasy from the lube coating the condom, and it was… endearing. She sighed, a small smile growing on her face, and cupped his chin, forcing him to look at her. “It’s okay,” she reassured, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. She didn’t want him to become uncomfortable with sex, fear making a mistake. “It happens to everyone.”
Thankfully she always carried two around with her, just in case something like this happened, and she grabbed the second one - ignoring his leer and comment on why she carried around two in her daily handbag - before showing him the way to do it.
Except they had begun to cool down, because it felt more like a mother chastising her child for his mistake and correcting him, and she certainly didn’t want that.
[Part 12] Fem!UKxUS - Teacher/Student - Part 9
anonymous
August 11 2011, 14:35:17 UTC
“Tell me what you’ve thought about doing to me,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her forehead to his once she’d slipped the condom on. He frowned in confusion and she smirked. “Shall I tell you? I want your cock in me,” she purred into his ear, feeling him jolt in her arms. “I want you to fuck me, pressing down on me so hard I can’t breathe, filling me again, your mouth on my breasts, sucking-”
“Fuck I want that,” he interrupted, grinding against her.
“You want what, Alfred?” she wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock just centimetres from her.
“Want this, want you.” One hand guided his cock forward and then he was against her, pressing in and she moaned, arching back as he pushed inside, slowly but steadily, until he was balls deep, eyes shut and hands clenched against her side. “Ohfuckfuckfuckfuck.”
He was so hot against her, inside her, throbbing with need, thick and full and it was so good, felt so right. She rested her head on his shoulder, panting, chastising herself for reacting so much. Just because she was fucking a teenager didn’t mean she should act like -
“Oh,” she breathed as he pulled back and then pressed in again, much faster than before, and she moaned. Her hands reached up, grabbing his shoulders, keeping her balance as he began thrusting, his eyes shut, his mouth wide open as he babbled words like oh fuck and you’re so tight and so good and she tightened her grip on his waist, tried to pull him in more with each thrust, wanting him deeper, so deep and so far.
He didn’t last long. She wasn’t too surprised when he came after a minute or so, his thrusts becoming ragged and jerky as he slammed hard into her, grabbed her hips and pulled her down to meet him, her breasts bouncing as he become incoherent beyond a litany of swears and gasps.
She ran a hand through his damp hair, sweat coating his forehead as he panted, coming down off his high. He was still inside her, still deep, and when she felt him start to move back she stopped him.
“You think you’re done?” she breathed, ignoring the way the grooves of the desk dug into her arse. He gave her a confused look, still panting and caked in sweat, and she rolled her hips. Given the sensitivity after climax, it was no surprise he made a strangled sound and thrashed. She knew the feeling - wanting more, but it was almost too painful to keep going.
“Get on the desk,” she pushed him away, ignoring the slight burn as he slipped out, the emptiness left behind.
“Huh?”
“On the desk,” she said, grabbing hold of him and forcing him toward it. He did so, shifting onto it, and then she pressed his shoulders down so he was lying flat. She joined him, resting between his legs and running her hands up and down his thighs, along his hip bone, before leaning up and lowering herself until his cock was between her breasts.
[Part 12] Fem!UKxUS - Teacher/Student - Part 10
anonymous
August 11 2011, 14:38:25 UTC
“Oh fuck,” he gasped as she began moving up and down, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his mouth falling wide open. When he was hard again, she stopped and pulled herself up, before in one swift movement plunging down on him.
There was the deepness she sought before.
“Yes,” she hissed, lifting her hips and slamming back down on his cock again.
“Shitshitshit,” Alfred’s head slammed back against the desk, the thud echoing through the room, and she stopped, settling herself on his hips.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“It’s fine, it’s totally awesome, I’m totally awesome,” he babbled, and she suspected the redness in his face wasn’t just from exertion or arousal. “Keep going it was so good please,” and he bucked his hips up. She swallowed and did as told, except now he bucked up as she went down, and they finally settled into a rhythm, skin slapping on skin, their gasps and moans filling the classroom.
She felt his hands roam, clutching her breasts and pinching her nipples. She jerked involuntarily, breaking the rhythm, and shot him a dark look to which he just smirked.
He looked good smirking. Fuck he looked good being fucked, mouth open, saliva dripping out the corner, eyes wide and face flushed, panting and moaning her name, like she was some goddess and she ran her fingers over his chest, played with his nipples.
Until he slowed and, before she could do anything, switched their positions so she was lying flat on the desk and he was on top of her. How he did that she didn’t know.
“Want to -” he grunted, seemingly incapable of not thrusting, but she hardly heard him over the pleasure of the new position. It was him in control now, him setting the pace, hard and fast as her shoulders dug into the wood, crumpled a piece of paper by her left. “Want you to come,” he finally got out and she looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
Well, he had come twice already. It was only fair.
“Like this,” she grabbed hold of his hand and brought it to just above his throbbing cock, guiding it to the hard nub. She couldn’t stop her gasp when their joint fingers ran over it, hot arousal spiking through her, clenching down on him. He started thrusting again, one hand on her bruised hip, the other following hers as she showed him how she liked it best.
Alfred had always been a quick learner, though, and it didn’t take long before he worked out how to fuck her and rub his hand over the bundle of nerves.
She was gone, after that.
The world became nothing more than Alfred on her, Alfred in her, hot and hard and heavy, with a circle of her nub punctuating every other thrust, and she moaned, she arched, she gasped his name and begged for more, for him to go harder and faster and the pleasure built up, a burning sensation she couldn’t stop and he just kept going and going, until it crashed over her and she sobbed, her body trembling, her toes curling, her back arching, her mouth wide and her fingers clutching to his chest, his arms, wherever she could reach, for some kind of support.
He came too, around then, but she was only dimly aware of his shouts, his fuckfuckfuck as he slammed hard and fast, clutching as hard to her as she was to him.
[Part 12] Fem!UKxUS - Teacher/Student - Finale
anonymous
August 11 2011, 14:44:31 UTC
Then it was over, and she came back to reality, panting as if she’d run a marathon, the occasional tremor through her body. She pushed herself into a sitting position, forcing Alfred to move back too, and they both winced as he slipped out of her, still tender and sensitive.
She placed a hand to her chest, trying to slow her racing heart-beat, and looked at the other only to blush when she realised he was staring at her, a smile on his face.
“W-what?” she snapped, looking away, her arms going to cover her breasts, and for some reason he found that funny.
“You rock the ‘just fucked’ look,” he grinned, turning so his legs dangled off the desk and then set about pulling back his jeans to their proper position. She watched him out the corner of her eye.
“I suppose you don’t look so bad either,” she replied, feeling her cheeks burn even hotter, and when his head snapped at her she coughed and pushed off the desk. She had just found her bra and was in the process of putting it back on when she felt his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his bare chest.
He nuzzled her neck, his hands caressing her skin, and she found herself relaxing into his embrace. She turned around slowly, met his eyes, and couldn’t stop herself from kissing him. He kissed back with equal fervour, as if he felt the same things she did, and she didn’t know what to do or say and it was too overwhelming so she pushed him back and cleared her throat.
“You should go,” she refused to look at him as she fixed her bra and then retrieved her blouse.
“Abby -”
“Miss Kirkland, Jones,” she interrupted and he fell silent. Her heart pounded in her ears and she distracted herself by buttoning up her blouse, smoothing the creases in her skirt, finding her panties and wriggling into them.
“I don’t regret it,” he said, his tone hard, and she stilled. “It was fucking amazing, just like I imagined - better, even.” She pretended the thought he’d fantasised about fucking her didn’t please her. “S-so, I just…” the hardness faded into something a little younger, softer. “Thank you,” he whispered, sounding so grateful and sincere her breath caught.
He shouldn’t be thanking her. He was her student.
But the words you’re welcome slipped off her tongue before she had thought of it, and she half-turned so she could give him a shaky smile. He seemed to brighten at the sight and stepped closer, a hand reaching out. She quickly stepped back, away from him, and he stopped, his shoulders slumping.
“You should go,” she repeated. He clenched his fist, relaxed and nodded.
And just like that he left, the door slowly closing behind him, and she pretended the click didn’t sound like a crack in her heart. Instead she finished tidying up her appearance, set about picking up the papers knocked to the ground.
It wasn’t until she caught sight of her reflection in the window she realised she was crying.
In my opinion, student/teacher romances can never end well. That's why the ending is like this, though I'll admit it's a bit weaker than I'd like. I wasn't sure how to end it, really... anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
Re: [Part 12] Fem!UKxUS - Teacher/Student - Finale
anonymous
August 11 2011, 16:14:37 UTC
this was really, really hot, a!a ^^
also, the ending. my heart broke.
oh man, i'm with you here, student/teacher romances are like. you know what's coming, you know it's gonna break your heart but you're going to keep at it anyway and asdhskdhkasgf when the ending hits you'd cry like a baby orz
Re: [Part 12] Fem!UKxUS - Teacher/Student - Finale
anonymous
August 11 2011, 16:20:16 UTC
That was amazingly hot and sexy, anon! <3
And the ending was so bittersweet ;~; but as you said, realistic. But I like to imagine that after Alfred graduates the two of them will be able to get together and pursue a real relationship.
It wasn’t long before he was hard. She didn’t stop pumping until he was a quivering mess, shaking and shuddering, gasping in her ear if she didn’t stop he was going to cum all over her.
She wanted him to. If she was doing this, she was going to go all the way. She was going to make his first time fucking fantastic.
“So cum,” she breathed, pressing down on the slit, and he obeyed with a keening wail, his hips jerking back and forth as he searched for more friction, his mouth seeking hers out and she provided him the heat, the wet saliva, her tongue thrusting into his, in time with her strokes as he begged and whimpered and shook.
He slumped against her, weak and unable to support himself in the post-climax haze, and she pulled her cum-coated hand away. She leant back, took hold of his chin and tilted his head with her clean hand so he could see her, before licking the cum off her fingers. His jaw dropped as his pupils dilated, watching her slip them in and out, glimpses of white on pink, until her hand was clean and shiny with saliva.
She smirked and kissed him, forcing him to taste himself, before her hand cupped the back of his hand and tugged on the blond strands. He keened into her, hard again, and she pulled back with a smirk.
“What-?”
Ignoring him, she twisted and leant across the desk, grabbing her bag resting on the floor. She felt around but was distracted when she felt hands run up and down her sides, a damp chest leaning over her, pressing her into the wood, hot breath on the back of her ear.
“You trying to turn me on?” he asked, nibbling her ear lobe, and she swallowed.
“If it works,” she replied, wiggling her hips. He swore and bucked against her, gasping, and she went back to her bag, searching for the condom. She had just found it when she felt him mouthing her neck, at the red marks he had made earlier, and she knew she’d have to wear those scarves Feliciano kept buying for her. “Back up, up, up,” she hissed, pushing him back.
She tore open the condom and held it out to him with a raised eyebrow. He blinked and brightened, a grin that did not make her heart beat faster or make her feel like putty, before taking it and putting it on.
It was hard not to remember he had learnt the way to do it from the guest speaker visiting, a class she had sat in on, but she thought in the circumstances she did fucking well.
“Shit,” he swore. She realised the condom had broken. He might know how it should go on, but he hadn’t been careful enough with it. He really was a virgin.
“Good grief,” she rolled her eyes. He coloured in embarrassment, avoiding her gaze, his hands greasy from the lube coating the condom, and it was… endearing. She sighed, a small smile growing on her face, and cupped his chin, forcing him to look at her. “It’s okay,” she reassured, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. She didn’t want him to become uncomfortable with sex, fear making a mistake. “It happens to everyone.”
Thankfully she always carried two around with her, just in case something like this happened, and she grabbed the second one - ignoring his leer and comment on why she carried around two in her daily handbag - before showing him the way to do it.
Except they had begun to cool down, because it felt more like a mother chastising her child for his mistake and correcting him, and she certainly didn’t want that.
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“Fuck I want that,” he interrupted, grinding against her.
“You want what, Alfred?” she wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock just centimetres from her.
“Want this, want you.” One hand guided his cock forward and then he was against her, pressing in and she moaned, arching back as he pushed inside, slowly but steadily, until he was balls deep, eyes shut and hands clenched against her side. “Ohfuckfuckfuckfuck.”
He was so hot against her, inside her, throbbing with need, thick and full and it was so good, felt so right. She rested her head on his shoulder, panting, chastising herself for reacting so much. Just because she was fucking a teenager didn’t mean she should act like -
“Oh,” she breathed as he pulled back and then pressed in again, much faster than before, and she moaned. Her hands reached up, grabbing his shoulders, keeping her balance as he began thrusting, his eyes shut, his mouth wide open as he babbled words like oh fuck and you’re so tight and so good and she tightened her grip on his waist, tried to pull him in more with each thrust, wanting him deeper, so deep and so far.
He didn’t last long. She wasn’t too surprised when he came after a minute or so, his thrusts becoming ragged and jerky as he slammed hard into her, grabbed her hips and pulled her down to meet him, her breasts bouncing as he become incoherent beyond a litany of swears and gasps.
She ran a hand through his damp hair, sweat coating his forehead as he panted, coming down off his high. He was still inside her, still deep, and when she felt him start to move back she stopped him.
“You think you’re done?” she breathed, ignoring the way the grooves of the desk dug into her arse. He gave her a confused look, still panting and caked in sweat, and she rolled her hips. Given the sensitivity after climax, it was no surprise he made a strangled sound and thrashed. She knew the feeling - wanting more, but it was almost too painful to keep going.
“Get on the desk,” she pushed him away, ignoring the slight burn as he slipped out, the emptiness left behind.
“Huh?”
“On the desk,” she said, grabbing hold of him and forcing him toward it. He did so, shifting onto it, and then she pressed his shoulders down so he was lying flat. She joined him, resting between his legs and running her hands up and down his thighs, along his hip bone, before leaning up and lowering herself until his cock was between her breasts.
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There was the deepness she sought before.
“Yes,” she hissed, lifting her hips and slamming back down on his cock again.
“Shitshitshit,” Alfred’s head slammed back against the desk, the thud echoing through the room, and she stopped, settling herself on his hips.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“It’s fine, it’s totally awesome, I’m totally awesome,” he babbled, and she suspected the redness in his face wasn’t just from exertion or arousal. “Keep going it was so good please,” and he bucked his hips up. She swallowed and did as told, except now he bucked up as she went down, and they finally settled into a rhythm, skin slapping on skin, their gasps and moans filling the classroom.
She felt his hands roam, clutching her breasts and pinching her nipples. She jerked involuntarily, breaking the rhythm, and shot him a dark look to which he just smirked.
He looked good smirking. Fuck he looked good being fucked, mouth open, saliva dripping out the corner, eyes wide and face flushed, panting and moaning her name, like she was some goddess and she ran her fingers over his chest, played with his nipples.
Until he slowed and, before she could do anything, switched their positions so she was lying flat on the desk and he was on top of her. How he did that she didn’t know.
“Want to -” he grunted, seemingly incapable of not thrusting, but she hardly heard him over the pleasure of the new position. It was him in control now, him setting the pace, hard and fast as her shoulders dug into the wood, crumpled a piece of paper by her left. “Want you to come,” he finally got out and she looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
Well, he had come twice already. It was only fair.
“Like this,” she grabbed hold of his hand and brought it to just above his throbbing cock, guiding it to the hard nub. She couldn’t stop her gasp when their joint fingers ran over it, hot arousal spiking through her, clenching down on him. He started thrusting again, one hand on her bruised hip, the other following hers as she showed him how she liked it best.
Alfred had always been a quick learner, though, and it didn’t take long before he worked out how to fuck her and rub his hand over the bundle of nerves.
She was gone, after that.
The world became nothing more than Alfred on her, Alfred in her, hot and hard and heavy, with a circle of her nub punctuating every other thrust, and she moaned, she arched, she gasped his name and begged for more, for him to go harder and faster and the pleasure built up, a burning sensation she couldn’t stop and he just kept going and going, until it crashed over her and she sobbed, her body trembling, her toes curling, her back arching, her mouth wide and her fingers clutching to his chest, his arms, wherever she could reach, for some kind of support.
He came too, around then, but she was only dimly aware of his shouts, his fuckfuckfuck as he slammed hard and fast, clutching as hard to her as she was to him.
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She placed a hand to her chest, trying to slow her racing heart-beat, and looked at the other only to blush when she realised he was staring at her, a smile on his face.
“W-what?” she snapped, looking away, her arms going to cover her breasts, and for some reason he found that funny.
“You rock the ‘just fucked’ look,” he grinned, turning so his legs dangled off the desk and then set about pulling back his jeans to their proper position. She watched him out the corner of her eye.
“I suppose you don’t look so bad either,” she replied, feeling her cheeks burn even hotter, and when his head snapped at her she coughed and pushed off the desk. She had just found her bra and was in the process of putting it back on when she felt his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his bare chest.
He nuzzled her neck, his hands caressing her skin, and she found herself relaxing into his embrace. She turned around slowly, met his eyes, and couldn’t stop herself from kissing him. He kissed back with equal fervour, as if he felt the same things she did, and she didn’t know what to do or say and it was too overwhelming so she pushed him back and cleared her throat.
“You should go,” she refused to look at him as she fixed her bra and then retrieved her blouse.
“Abby -”
“Miss Kirkland, Jones,” she interrupted and he fell silent. Her heart pounded in her ears and she distracted herself by buttoning up her blouse, smoothing the creases in her skirt, finding her panties and wriggling into them.
“I don’t regret it,” he said, his tone hard, and she stilled. “It was fucking amazing, just like I imagined - better, even.” She pretended the thought he’d fantasised about fucking her didn’t please her. “S-so, I just…” the hardness faded into something a little younger, softer. “Thank you,” he whispered, sounding so grateful and sincere her breath caught.
He shouldn’t be thanking her. He was her student.
But the words you’re welcome slipped off her tongue before she had thought of it, and she half-turned so she could give him a shaky smile. He seemed to brighten at the sight and stepped closer, a hand reaching out. She quickly stepped back, away from him, and he stopped, his shoulders slumping.
“You should go,” she repeated. He clenched his fist, relaxed and nodded.
And just like that he left, the door slowly closing behind him, and she pretended the click didn’t sound like a crack in her heart. Instead she finished tidying up her appearance, set about picking up the papers knocked to the ground.
It wasn’t until she caught sight of her reflection in the window she realised she was crying.
In my opinion, student/teacher romances can never end well. That's why the ending is like this, though I'll admit it's a bit weaker than I'd like. I wasn't sure how to end it, really... anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
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also, the ending. my heart broke.
oh man, i'm with you here, student/teacher romances are like. you know what's coming, you know it's gonna break your heart but you're going to keep at it anyway and asdhskdhkasgf when the ending hits you'd cry like a baby orz
umm anyway fantastic job, a!a :D
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And the ending was so bittersweet ;~; but as you said, realistic. But I like to imagine that after Alfred graduates the two of them will be able to get together and pursue a real relationship.
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